Chapter 2031 A Fortune 3
Cheng Baoguo finally reacted and immediately showed great respect to Wen Ruyu.
At this time, they were the only ones in the living room. Jin Ruchu, who had been inseparable from Wen Ruyu and Meng Meng for these years, suddenly had the idea of going out to visit a friend. Ouyang Mo and He Qingyin returned to Shanghai to deal with their work and property issues. Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen and his wife were also trying to get their old house back, so they were not here.
Wen Ruyu said to Su Mingan, "I didn't tell anyone about this. Even Lao Qin didn't know that I knew about his job in advance, let alone Xi Bao. Don't say anything after you leave."
"I know the importance of this!" Su Ming'an curled his lips. It's not like he didn't understand Wen Ruyu's meaning. Wasn't it because he was afraid that the child would know that he had received the news in advance, and then the child would think that he approached Qin Huai for a purpose? The more upright a person is, the less willing he is to have ulterior motives towards the person he wants to make friends with.
Although Su Ming'an had only met Xi Bao once at the party that day, he could already tell something about him: he was a handsome young man with a clear gaze and a firm mind. One could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Father Lu, "Brother Lu, the prosperity of your family is just around the corner."
He is actually older than Lu's father, but at their age, age doesn't matter and they just call everyone brother.
"If our descendants become successful, our family will be able to prosper for another hundred years." Apart from anything else, Lu Jiang alone is enough to protect three generations of descendants, not to mention that the next generation of descendants are all excellent in their own ways. The youngest triplets cannot be seen for the time being, but their clever appearance is enough to show that they will not be simple in the future.
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The more Su Mingan spoke, the more envious he became. "I have been hanging around the capital since I was a child, and I have also stayed in old Shanghai for a few years. Looking at what I have seen and heard, although there are many families with strict education, and a tiger father will have a dog son, but the majority of people are still rich for more than three generations. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than the descendants are not good people."
Although Father Lu was secretly proud in his heart, he refused to show it on his face. He smiled and asked, "Why do you say that, brother?"
"How can someone who can connect the past and the future be an ordinary person?" After hearing what Father Lu said, Su Ming'an had more respect for Father Lu.
With such outstanding parents who are extra attentive to education, there is no need to worry about their children not becoming successful.
"Brother, you really flatter me." Father Lu kept laughing, and the wrinkles on his brows smoothed out. "In this life, I am just a person who connects the past and the future of the Lu family. I inherit the style of my ancestors and pass on the teachings to my descendants. All I want is to be worthy of heaven and earth."
Fubao was listening quietly at the side. When he heard this, he smiled and said, "Mom always said that grandpa is the smartest person in our family. Grandpa Su, you are right!"
Su Mingan teased her, "You think what I said is right, why don't you learn oil painting from me? You are really sensitive to colors."
Fu Bao couldn't help but glance at Wen Ruyu and answered honestly: "If you teach me some oil painting techniques, I will be happy to learn if I have enough time. But if you want me to shift the focus of my painting to oil painting, that is definitely not feasible. Grandpa Wen just said that you can't chew too much!"
Between Eastern traditional Chinese painting and Western oil painting, she personally prefers the former and promotes the traditional culture of her own country.
Su Mingan stretched out his skinny and deformed right hand and tapped her forehead. "Old Wen really didn't teach you in vain. Listen, now take his words as an imperial decree."
(End of this chapter)